Devils don't lie, they just fuel the hot spire, (?) More, More. Devils don't pry, they just wait until you wanna be More, More. I don't want lies, I want open skies, I want Doors, Doors. Pressure (?) there's an open fire at the Core, Core.
Oh we hear the sounds of the madhouse You're making. Oh we hear the sounds of the madhouse You're making.